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Cocoas and 


and vigour 


A.H(LM.C.>r Hl>LOI>, 


MOST of us find a difficulty nowadays in choosing subjects 
for our correspondence; the remorseless march of time finds us 
stranded for ideas, and a good deal oij pencil chewing takes place 
before we reach the "Yours sjiricerely" point. The suggestions 
which, we give to meet this difficulty should prove of public utility 
and can, of course, be adapted to suit individual cases. 

Postcard to wealthy aunt. — Refer to favourite authors, taking- 
care to mention Law's Serious Call, The Advancement of Learning, 
Huxley's Lectures, and other works of a similar character. Dwell 
Upon inestimable benefits derived from regular life, non-alcoholic 
diet, fresh air, and well-regulated course of study. Conclude with 
judicious reference to tennis. — This formula has been known to 
produce a thirty-shilling racket and two dozen Slazengers. 

To sender of inappropriate parcel. — Acknowledge receipt ot parcel 
and take the occasion to point out that fishing rods and roller skates 
are little used in concentration camps; that the use of smoking caps 
is confined to persons of advanced age; and that a guide to theAlps 
may be considered to be premature. Refer to favourite brand of 
cigarettes and touch upon dietetic values of turtle soup and York 
ham. — If ciofm posed in suitable terms this letter may go as a 
business communication. 

To fiancee, who has just married someone rise. A tone of dignified 
[restraint should characterise this epistle (which the Censor will 
probably pass as an 'extra'). Refer to letter from fiancee and say 
ithat you have duly noted contents; touch lightly upon the painful 
uncertainty of matrimonial happiness, and hint that the lady's 
action has but anticipated your own. Add that she^may make what 
use she likes of the photographic group which (you have just 
sent her. 

To tailor, who has mentioned bill — Tell him to come and 
collect it. 

NOUS sommes tout a fait ignorant de la langue francaise 
suais tout le monde l'ecrit et nous ne voyons pas pourquoi nous 
ne ferions pas la meme chose aussi. Tout le monde le fait main- 
tenant! (phrase de rag-time). A commjencer avec, nous donnons 
la main heureuse a "La Vie Francaise"; elle est quelque journal! 
L'editeur doit etre tres heureux a trouver si beaucoup de gens qui 
ecrivent en francais. Nous, au contraire, avons cherche tout le 
Lager pour trouver quelqu/un ou autre pour nous assister avec 
cette paragraphe, mais pas de sucqes! rien faisant! (anglicisme). 
Nous sommes obliges de faire notre morceau sans aucun secours. 
C'est un long long chemin a Tipperairie, mais nous esperons que 
nous arriverons la un de ces jours! pas demi! Et maintenant il 
i'aut que nous arretions (notez bien Pemploi du subjonctif) parceque 
!a cloche est allee, et notre captaine nous donnera une oreille epaisse 
si nous sommes feu! Chers lecteurs, si long! 

COLLECTORS of Camp curios, mementos and other remarkable 
objects will be interested in the following quotations, which are the 
latest available. — The millionth pair of socks to reach the Camp 
(unused, lOpf. per pair); blade of grass from Promenade, early 
days (5 marks) ; letter of thanks from grateful Barrack to their much 
loved Captain (very rare; bought for Pierpont Morgan collection); 
priginal verses written in Camp (no reasonable offer refused); Bons 
Motts, ,or Tales from Hoffmann (purchased by Y.M. C.A.J; Secret 
History of the Ruhleben Police Force (5000 marks.) 

*■■* PARCELS « 



S far as the Nautical Circle and Marine Engineers' Circles 
are concerned it does not appear as if there were a great 
deal to report. The latter has been in a state of suspended 
animation throughout the summer as far as regards public 
meetings, and the Nautical Circle followed suit at the beginning 
of July. 

In the Nautical Department of the Camp School a great 
deal of good work seems to have been done during the last 
term. Actual numbers of students, (attendances etc., seem 
difficult to obtain, for each student seems to be spread out 
over many classes; but there is not the slightest doubt that 
the students have worked more seriously this last term than 
ever they did before. 

A word of praise is due to the teachers, they have worked 
with great zeal and patience, but they do not like getting 
praised. They would probably prefer to be criticized and 
have a fair chance of retorting. 


WE are pleased to see that many members of the cloth 
have appreciated our endeavours to interest them, 
through the medium of Nautical Notes. We have heard 
expressions of approval on all sides, and we may truthfully 
say the sales of the Magazine among seafarers have increased. 

Since our last edition our numbers in the Camp have been 
increased by the addition of several crews. As they have been 
in England since we have, we thought it our duty to see if 
they had anything new to tell us. 

In an interview with one of the officers from among the 
late arrivals in reply to question "What do you think of Ruh- 
leben?" he replied, "I have only started to think about it at 
all, as the only time I ever thought about it, before being 
brought here, was in relation to a gentleman of the turf, who 
is interned, here. In the old days I used to "invest" an 
occasional shilling on a horse, and like many more punters 
I always "followed" a favourite rider. I was very sorry to 

read in a newspaper one day that my "favourite rider" had 
been interned in Ruhleben. This set me inquiring where Ruh- 
leben was. Some time after, I noticed it was the custom 
of the barmaids in various houses of refreshment that I 
visited, to have glass jars on the counters labelled "Cigarettes 
for London Scottish", "Cigarettes for Ruhleben", etc. Then 

the thought came to my mind "Poor Mr without a 

cigarette!" Needless to say, I bought a whole packet of Gold 
Flakes and emptied them into the jar . . . When I arrived 
here I found my "favourite rider" smoking, a cigar! 

I heard another good little joke, which I think is original 
continued Mr. — . I came ashore early on the morning 
succeeding the passing of the "Early Closing Bill", and was 
passing a public-house called the "Rising Sun". For years 
this house had opened at 5.5 a. m. to dispense rum and coffee. 
Two old dock labourers on their road to work who had 
patronised the "Sun" for years, looked ruefully first at the 
closed shutters and then at each other, the elder of the two 
remarking "Well, Bill, those young fellows at the front cannot 
say now, we are not sacrificing something and doing our 
bit! ; ' As regards the seafaring life, Mr. — informs us that 
"times" are a great deal easier now in home ports; working 
at night is not encouraged and generally speaking the stay 
of a vessel in home ports is much longer than formerly, 
which is a source of satisfaction to the seafarer in general. 
The tramp -steamers appear to be the only ones who have 
been able to insist that the officiers and engineers wages be 
put on the articles. 

The weekly boat still suffers under the owners' compromise 
of the old wages and so much bonus. 

The sailors' and firemens' wages always appear on the 
articles. They seem to average £ 9 per month. The average 
officer and engineer's wages seem to be : Chief engineers 
£23, Chief mates £18 to £20., 2nd. Engineers £16., 2nd. 
Mates £13. 14. 3rd. Engineers £13 4th. Engineers £10. The 
masters in most cases seem to be much the same as formerly 
in regard to wages, with the addition of a pre-arranged bonus. 
Mr. — emphasised the necessity of young deck officers 
studying signalling, as it is in great demand. 

In conclusion Mr. — wished to thank all members of the 
seafaring fraternity interned here for the kindness shown to 
him and his shipmates since their arrival. 


" The rank is but the guinea stamp 
Aman's a man for a'that. — " 










In a ■ sumptuously fitted box in Ruhleben's most modish 
Barrack sat Hector Marjoribanks, moodily toying with a Skipper 
sardine. Though it was 
eight o'clock his breakfast 
lay untouched before him, 
and the blutwurst tempted 
his capricious appetite in 
vain. Truth to tell, the 
strain of living in Ruh- 
leben's swiftest set (the 
"Grape Nuts") was be- 
ginning to tell even on 
Hector's Herculean physi- 
que. Ill luck had of late 
dogged his steps ; the 
night before he had stag- 
gered from the Spandau 
domino tables a coo] 
seventy-five pfennigs to 
the bad ! 

The door slid open and Styph, his man-servant, calm, 
impassive and correct as ever, stood before him awaiting 

Hector looked up. "What is the time?" he asked. 

The valet glanced at the dainty timepiece which hung 
from the- wall. It was an exquisite example of the famous 
house of Ingersbll, and jewelled in no less than two holes, 
the gift of a world famous titled beauty whose hopeless 
passion for Hector had been the talk of Europe, — until 
November 1914! 

"Just on eight twenty -five, sir", replied Styph. Then 
after a pause he added, "but you are not looking very well, 

ioyed With. aSkipper Sardine . 

A cool 75 pfennigs 
to the Bad!' 

sir." As he spoke he cast 
his eyes meaningly to- 
wards the empty malz- 
bier bottle which stood on 
the table. 

"I am quite well", 
replied Hector, though his 
pallid features belied the 
affected cheerfulness of 
his \vords. "What is there 
in the Daily Daily?" 

"I don't know, sir", 

replied Styph; "1 always 

read the "Voss" myself; 

it's easier. But you look tired, sir; fed up, if I may say so." 

"1 am worried, I confess." 

"You want brightening up, sir, you do indeed", insisted 
the anxious retainer. 

"Perhaps you are right", replied the young patrician. "But 
what can one do here? What is on today? Anything amusing?" 
Styph consulted a 'What's On' which hung from the 
richly tapestried wall. 

"Let me see", he said, "there's Mr. Bhogie's service at eleven." 
"Where is that? In the Y.M.C.A. Hall?" 
"No, sir, Court four, opposite the railings." 
Hector is hook his head. 

"Perhaps you might like to hear Mr. Alph Fred, the 
Great Lecturer; he is giving a monologue called 'Textiles, or 
Mouchoirs for Moochers'." 
"Hardly my line." 

"Perhaps you would prefer a little sport, sir? There's 
a meet of the rat hounds at ten thirty. They have got a 
fresh bit of string for the dog, and they are going to draw 
the kitchen coverts." 

Hector sighed wearily and made a gesture of dissent. His 
fingers played idly with the ring which graced his tapered 
hand. It bore the word 'M I Z P A H', and was a rare bit 
of Abyssinian workmanship. 

In silence the well trained valet removed the costly 
enamelled ware from the table; deftly detaching a moth from 
the margarine and carefully replacing the precious ointment 
in the manger, he left the box. 

But Hector was not left long with his moody thoughts. 
A sharp rap on the door was followed by the entrance of a 
C.M.S. man, who placed a delicately perfumed and crested 
envelope before the young man. 


"Sender would be obliged by an immediate reply, sir", 
he said, with a meaning smile. 

Carelessly breaking the seal, Hector read the hastily 
written letter. It bore signs of strong emotion and ran as follows: — 

Dear Hec. 

This comes hopping you are well as it leaves me 

at present. Beware! Snookey has sworn revenge! / must 

see you at once! Meet me under the clock at a quarter 

to seven; I shall be carrying a string bag and a bunch 

of forget-me-nots. Don't fail, Your loving Anjie. 

Hastily thrusting Angelica's letter into his pocket, Hector 
strode from the box - and made his way to the Barrack 
door. Here he paused to place in his buttonhole a priceless 
orchid from the Barrack garden. Then he made his way to 
the Reference Library, a look of stern resolve on his handsome 


The world contains no vista more noble and majestic 
than that which a view of the Ruhleben Promenade offers 
to the observer's gaze. Travellers who know only the Nevsky 
Prospekt, the Champs Elysees and the High Street, Kensington 
can have but a faint conception of the animated and picturesque 
scene which is revealed by the massive tiers of concrete, the 
noble sweep of gravel, and the delicate but boldly conceived 
tracery of wire which form the outstanding features of this 
cosmopolitan causeway. 

Rare as are the natural beauties of this favoured spot 
it is the human element which gives the distinctive note that 
forms its most moving appeal to the ravished onlooker's senses. 
Indeed, the motley crowd which throngs this Ruhleben plea- 
saunce is bewilderingly diverse in dress, in speech, and in 
character. For it is here that the erudite phraseology of the 
Rhodes Scholar may be heard mingling with the homely 
patois of Wapping; the faultlessly groomed product of Hope 
Brothers lounges with his less fortunate compatriot garbed in 
relief pattern shirt wear; the student of Berlitz and Colenso is 
seen in friendly converse with the casual stiff. Fearless athletes, 
with chests bared to the breeze; musicians and actors of 
almost international fame; burly mariners from the Dogger 
Bank; diminutive jockeys, tramps, nature men, vegetarians 
and assorted cranks, — all these and many others combine to 
render the Promenade a scene of picturesque and diversified 
confusion, a perfect riot of colour, a kaleidoscope of European 

[above descriptioe matter may be used by Y.M.C.A. speakers free of charge ] 

J 2 

It was on a cloudless July morning that Snookey Ook 
looked furtively upon this scene from the secret cubby hole, 
which he had obtained for the purpose of studying irregular 
verbs. He was too agitated to enjoy the superb view: even 
the haunting refrain of that delicious morceau "Edison, where 
art thou?"' which was wafted from the half open doors o'f 
the theatre fell on unheeding ears. In his hand he clutched 
a forged parcel slip, bearing the hated name of Hector 
Marjoribanks ! 

Watching his opportunity Snookey emerged from his lair, 
and rapidly turned the corner of the Parcels Office. His heart 
beat fast as he drew near the queue of waiting men. and 
took his place in the fateful line marked L-Z. 

Approaching the official who stood near. Snookey handed 
him the slip and waited his turn in feverish anxiety. His 
Machiavellian designs were now approaching their climax ; 
the train was laid, the die was cast: the fruit was ready 
for the gathering. Nothing now remained but to secure the 
coveted parcel and to place in it the poison which was to 
remove his hated rival from his path for ever! For Snookey 
Ook loved Angelica Whatnot with an all-devouring and con- 
suming love! His passion was one that would defy the 
descriptive powers of Elinor Glyn's typewriter, or Charles 
Garvice*s fountain pen. and is far beyond the meagre capacity 
of a Xr. 2 lead pencil. It was for her sweet sake that he 
had beggared himself by buying a photograph frame at the 
Arts and Crafts Exhibition ; even the corsetieres advertise- 
ments in the 'B.Z. am Mittag' appeared insipid and lifeless 
when he thought of Angelica Whatnot ! 

But we must resume. Our story deals with stern facts ! 

Grasping the coveted package in trembling hands Snookey 
rapidly cut the string. The parcel contained a bottle of 
brilliantine ! With a mocking laugh Snookey 
poured the contents upon his already glossy 
locks, and surveyed the result in a small 
mirror which he carried in his top left-hand 
waist-coat pocket. 

"'I outshine Sturgeon himself!" he chuckl- 
ed triumphantly. 

To substitute a phial of dandelion poison 
which Maisie Moabit had obtained from the 
too-confiding Doctor Stephson was the work 
of an instant. Then Snookey made his way 
to Hector Marjoribank's Barrack. 


contents up. - 


But Nemesis was on the miscreant's heels and speedy 
retribution was to foil Snookey's devilish plan I Plunged in 
pleasurable anticipation of his rival's death Snookey failed 
to lobserve the exited crowd which thronged Trafalgar Square, 
or to hear the loud shout of warning. The laundry cart was 
approaching him at a gallop, but the doomed wretch was 
oblivious of its lightning approach! 

A loud cry of 'Vorsicht' in a frightened female voice, 
a sickening thud, and Snookey's writhing form lay beneath 
the heavily loaded vehicle! 

A hush fell upon the awe-struck crowd. For a few tense 
moments nobody stirred. Then a young athletic figure sprang 
forward. It was none other than Mawsby Blue, the celebrated 
White! Deftly seizing the unconscious though still breathing 
Snookey by the middle, he bore him in silence to the Schonungs 
Barracke ! 



A watery moon looked down upon the Lager from a 
murky storm-driven sky. Silence brooded over the Lager, 
and the vast compound lay in slumber. Not a sound broke 
the stillness of the June night, save the measured tread of 
Spott, the Demon Kopper, keeping his ceaseless vigil. Over 
the ruins of the Summer House, now fallen to premature 
decay, reigned a profound melancholy. That erstwhile resort 
of wealth and rank was now abandoned to the humble daisy, 
and the deck-chair of the stranger desecrated the spot hallowed 
by the memory of bridge, gossip, and himbeer. 

True it is that here and there might be discerned the figure 
of some nocturnal rambler lost in profound contemplation, or 
seeking in the silence of the night inspiration for a lecture. 

In the shadow cast by H.M.S. Lion lurked the bent figure 
of Snookey Ook. Snatched from the jaws of death by the 
motherly care of Slammbhert and the timely administration 
of compound rhubarb, Snookey once more burdened the earth 
with his hateful presence . . . 

A low whistle caught Snookey's straining ears ! 

"At last!" he murmured. 

A figure approached; it was that of a woman! 

Snookey's emotion was intense; he quivered in every 
limb! The figure drew near and was just about to pass him, 
when he sprang from his place of concealment and grasped 
the shrinking girl by the arm. 

"Angie!" he cried in ringing tones of triumph", you must 
and shall be mine! Speak! Say the word! I will write a 

clnJOKMlEa WIT mW 

An^ie ! he cried . 

special letter to the Rev. Billiams and 
he shall marry us sofort! Ha, ha! . .'. 
You shrink from me? You shake your 
head ! Then I give you ten seconds 
to think it over!" 

"And what then?" replied the 
woman in a whisper. 

"Then you'll be huffed for not 
taking me!" 

The seconds passed quickly and 

Snookey was (about to grasp the svelte 

form in his arms when a swinging 

blow on the solar plexus sent him 

staggering, sick and giddy, against 

the starboard wheel. At the same 

moment Maisie Moabit, — for it 

was no other — tore away the veil which had hidden 

her features, and stood before the crestfallen Snookey in an 

attitude expressive of contempt, hatred and disgust! 

Snookey's collapse was complete. 

"Foiled!" he hissed, "and for the third time today! This 
is too much!" 

"So, Snookey", exclaimed the haughty beauty, "you prefer 
that putty -faced Angelica to me! Ha ha! Fool! Why, I would 
sooner walk out with Pat Kailbed if I were a man!" 

Snookey's fury was terrible to witness, but Maisie knew no pity. 
"Forgive me", he murmured; "it was only a passing 
fancy, — an innocent flirtation!" 

"Flirtation? At this hour? Quatch! tell that to the marines!" 
An embarrassing silence followed. 

"All is over between us!" said Maisie at length. "Where 
is that fancy waistcoat I knitted you?" 

"I sold it to Caughtemraw Showhard for two marks fifty!" 
"Beast I" 

Snookey sought vainly for an answer to his terrible 
inquisitor, but he was a member of the R.L. and D.S. and 
could not speak without notes. His downfall was complete! 
(Time! — Ed.) [ j ; J ; | 

Maisie turned to go. "You will hear from my legal 
advisers", she said coldly, "Messrs. Wlnkelshiner Bunn anTl 
Stitchard will attend to you!*' 

But her scornful words fell upon unheeding ears. 
Snookey Ook lay senseless in the dustbin! 

(By request). 








Companion of my darkest hours, 
Philosopher and friend, 
Whose long endurance suffers all, 
Whose patience knows no end, — 
Accept the tribute of these lines 
To do you honour penned. 


Your rounded girth such solace holds, 
Your slender stem such grace, 
No charm of female beauty can 
Your gentle sway displace; 
No siren tones, however sweet, 
Your silent charm efface. 


No rival need you fear, my soul's 

Devotion shall not flag; 

Your altar I will keep supplied 

With honeydew and shag; 

Nor will I faithless leave you for 

The unsubstantial fag. 


The winds may howl, what matters that? 

The coldest gusts that blow 

Do but enhance your cheerfulness, 

And fan the ruddy glow 

That cheers my path, and bids me hope, 

When hope is sinking low. 


No stranger's hand shall scar your form 

With mercenary steel, 

Nor shall the callous craftsman's blade 

Past memories reveal ; 

The record of our friendship needs 

No artificial seal. 


With you beside me I forget 

The heavy handed stroke 

That fate capricious lays on me, — 

The thraldom and the yoke. 

Life's lesson trite, yet hard, you teach 

That all must end ... in smoke ! 

B. A. H. 

jTTTil MIT ■ « I >*,-.i , f ■■ %' 





Snapped in the. Camp School. 

Phoebe & the Brussels man 

is the proper definition of 
as I lay 

HOEBE", I asked, "what 
the word "Ruhlebenite?" 

She looked at me for a moment in silence, 
back comfortably on my bed, then: 

"I should say, a person, who is very lazy", she began. 

"Nonsense! Every one is lazy by nature; besides — 
lots of people here work terrifically hard." 

"Proving how lazy they are by nature, I suppose. Then, 
let me see", she glanced at that delicate portion of my anatomy 
where shirt meets trousers, "they're horribly flabby", she 
continued. ' : L j t 

"Nothing of the kind!", 1 retorted, taking in a hole of my 
belt nonchalantly. "I've got a thick shirt on to-day." 

"I was talking quite impersonally, but if the cap fits — ." 
She smiled maliciously. 

"In that case I'll loosen my belt again", I said firmly, and 
did so, scoring distinctly (in my opinion). "And I wish you 
would not try to make me ruin my digestion by tight-lacing." 

"From the harrowing tales I've heard you tell, I should 
have thought you hadn't much left worth ruining!" 

"I have my future to consider, Phoebe." 

"I'm sorry", she said after a pause, "it's too deep for 
me. Suppose you get up and come out into the fresh air, and 
see if you can't brighten up your wits a bit, instead of lying 
on your bed all day." 

"I am not lying on my bed, I am reposing"," I corrected 
her with that simple dignity, which so becomes me. "And what 
on earth is the use of a bed, if one does not use it, anyway? 
At home beds are mis-used all day long; here, at length, we 
have discovered their proper use. It is an old and outworn 
tradition that beds were meant for sleep. Beds are for the 
purpose of entertaining, writing letters, darning socks, storing 

suit cases. I shall certainly have a bed in my office, Phoebe, 
when' I ige|t out of here." 

"I dare say you will, and use it in the good old-fashioned 
way, you pretend to jeer at, too. Are you coming or aren't 
you?" ' i : , ; TH 

"I suppose so." ' i« -it. »m i'i,-^nii.i^--- ! '' ;; ' : 

Climbing down from my airy perch, I put on a mackintosh, 
and together we strolled out into the clear summer rain. 
Almost immediately we were hailed by a sailorman, who began 
to ply us with simple questions concerning the administration 
of the Camp. 

"Look here", I said, "I can see you're a newcomer, 
because no seasoned Ruhlebenite would dream of taking any 
interest in the way this Camp is run; so I'll give you a little 
piece of advice. Never ask any ordinary mortal questions about 
the Camp; you'll never get a satisfactory answer. Either the 
person won't know, like myself, or else he won't tell you on 
principle. That's to say, he will have no principles worth 
speaking about, but he will be working on half a dozen 
schemes for upsetting some committee or committee member 
by characteristic Ruhleben methods." 

"And what are Ruhleben methods?" 

"Methods that would be tolerated nowhere else, I hope. 
Ugh! Let's talk about something more pleasant." 

"Rut", said the sailorman, hopelessly at sea, as only a 
sailor can be, "but why doesn't someone stop them?" 

I sighed. "All right, if you will have the whole wretched 
stOry, come along to the front and I'll tell you." I led him 
towards the promenade, for the rain had stopped in the 
meantime — this is a fact. "You see." I began. 

"Don't listen to him", interrupted Phoebe, he's only going 
to say something silly. "It was this way " 

Rut the sailorman was listening to neither of us. His 
face was lit up with extraordinary brilliancy. 

"Dear me!" or something similar — he exclaimed. "What 
an idea! Who'd have thought it! Girls in the Camp!" 

"Girls! Where?" I asked excitedly. "Phoebe's the only 
female in the Camp as far as I know; except for the old 
women, of course, but you find them everywhere." 

"Right in front of you, man; there!" and he pointed to 
three wonderful young gentlemen who were walking away 
from us, the left hand one having his arm round the waist 
of his companion in the middle, while the one to the right clung 
affectionately to one arm. "That's a girl there in the centre 
all right. You don't get fellows cuddling each other like that. 
Neat trick disguising her as a boy, very." 


"How can you be so absurd?" demanded Phoebe, natu- 
rally upset at the idea of such things belonging to her sex. 
"They're tired, that's all, and are holding each other up. 
They probably played tennis to-day." 

"Wrong as usual, Phoebe", I said. "They're practising 
effeminacy, so that when we ge't home their friends shall 
not be able to say, the war did not mould their characters." 

But the sailorman was not listening. He was puzzling 
as (to why the promenade should be cut in half by a wire 
fence. ." ! T. G. 

yWV R. Cohn's remarks concerning our coloured compatriots 
/ \ appear to have caused a little resentment. It is only 
natural, however, that the children of Israel should not find 
favour with the descendants of Ham. 

A large number of very promising rumours have lately 
come to an untimely end. It is to be hoped that Mr. Adler 
and his troupe will not add to our grief by giving another 


* * 


It is a mistake to speak of the Summer House as having 
been closed. That institution was never more open than 

at present. 

* * 


The number of different cliques in Ruhleben now amounts 
to 2,500 but perfect harmony will not be established, we 

fear, until the figure 3,700 is reached. 

* * 


The programme of the first Promenade Concert which 
was chosen by popular vote did not include the name of 
a single English composer. We are all British, of course, in 
Ruhleben, but at any rate we cannot be accused of 

being insular. 

* * 


The tumuli which have made their appearance at the 
further end of the field are not intended to afford Ruhlebenites 
an anticipatory glimpse of Swiss scenery. They are merely 

golf bunkers. 

* * 

For this reason curio collectors are requested not to carry 
away these indispensable adjuncts to the game. 

We hear that Mr. Conn's orchestra is "busy rehearsing a 

suitable accompaniment for Mr. Barrett's cornet. 

* * 

Relief fund agitators may now set their minds at rest. 

There is no Urry. 

* * 


The Ruhleben Literary and Debating Society is taking a 
holiday. This will give us all a rest. 

* * 

A leader of Camp thought has lately read a French drama 
to a select audience in order to accustom students with 
modern French. We are by this time all accustomed to 
Ruhleben English. 

* * 

One of the peculiarities of Ruhleben society is that no 
matter what social distinction one may enjoy nobody would 
mind being an "outsider/' 




Professor Phlord. 

WE have much pleasure in presenting an eagerly expectant 
public with some intimate details concerning Mr. Phlord, 
the celebrated savant and litterateur. One can never have 
too much of this sort of thing concerning the lives of the 
truly great. 

Mr. Phlord, a man of shrinking and retired disposition, 
was born in 1884, about thirty five years and six months 
after his father. x\t an early age he displayed an astonishing 
precocity in letters 1 ; his progress through the English alphabet 
reaching a dazzling climax with the letter Z. This auspicious 
event was celebrated with with a handsome gift-book (in 
colours), and cake for tea. From the infants' school the 
juvenile Phlord proceeded to Stuphem College, and his scholastic 
attainments soon became the talk of that renowned repository 
of learning. Before the young scholar's attacks Julius Caesar 
surrendered (three books at a time), Hamblyn Smith yielded 
his profoundest arithmetical secrets, and the sinister aspect 
X-\-y = was revealed in all its naked simplicity. 

We now approach the crisis in our subject's life-history. 
Happening to pick up 'Lamb's Tales from Shakespeare' Mr. 
Phlord was forcibly impressed by the imperfections of that 
meretricious though much read work, and he determined to 
put Shakespeare right before the world. From that day to 
this Professor Phlord's career as a lecturer on 'Shakespeare 
has known no interruption, while he has found time to shed 


light on the minor luminaries of our English literary body. An 
expert calculates that Professor Phlord has delivered 3,587 
lectures on . Shakespeare and Milton; at the date ongoing 
to press he shows no sign of slackening. But these facts are 
known to the world. It is upon the delightful home life of 
Prof. Phlord that we now propose to dwell. (Not here. — Ed.) 


THE arrangements for the forthcoming season are already 
well in hand. The regular Sunday Concerts, given under 
the .auspices of the R.uhleben Musical Society,, will be resumed 
on September 17th. when Mr. Adler will present a programme 
of operatic selection for choir and orchestra. Such well-known 
numbers as the Bridal Chorus from "Lohengrin" and the Soldiers' 
Chorus from "Faust" will be included, while the "Gefangenen 
Chor" from Beethoven's "Fidelio" should be particularly 
moving in its appeal on this occasion. Orchestra concerts 
will be given on every third Sunday, the intervening Sundays 
being devoted to chamber and vocal and instrumental recitals. 
The first ,three Symphony Concerts will be conducted by Messrs. 
Bainton, (Weber (and Macmillan, among the works promised being 
Schumann's Pianoforte Concerto (with Mr. Lindsay as soloist), 
and Mozart's Symphony in E. flat. Other prospective 
events include a recital by Messrs. Keel and Lindsay., a 
chamber concert, arranged by Mr. Short, at which Ed. Schjitt's 
Suite for Violin and Pianoforte and some Two -pianoforte music 
will be brought forward. 

In addition to the Sunday concerts, the Arts and Science 
Union, pursuing a policy similar to that of the season just 
closed, will devote certain of its Monday evenings to musical 

The present arrangements include two lectures by .Mr. 
Short on the Development of Chamber Music, with musical 
illustrations on each occasion, while Mr. Leigh Henry, Mr. 
Hunt and Mr. Weber are respectively undertaking similar 
evenings on works of Debussy, Macdowell and Verdi. 

Certainly, everything points to a season of considerable 
interest, to Which we may look forward with pleasurable 
anticipation — at the same time always hoping that some- 
thing may occur which will nip it in the bud ! B. J. D. 



{The courtesy of the Cinema Theatre management enables us to put before our 
readers outline plots of two forthcoming films.) 


(A stirring romance of railroad life in the Wild West.) 

Properties. — Freight train, with, moveable landscape. The 
Bungville Limited, first class only. The Dead Dog Canon 
Depot, with Morse code machines, &c, complete. 

Plot. — Myrtle Grove, the beautiful telegraphist in charge 
of Dead Dog Depot is loved by Reuben Slugg, driver of the 
local freight train; he is a model son, and wears a boiler 
suit. Roneo Slick, the Bungville Limited driver, also loves 
Myrtle, but she has no use for him, and he quits with 
threats and an oil can. Comic business with Flat-faced Fred, 
a tramp, after which the local freight arrives. Reuben tells 
Myrtle that he has paid the first instalment on the gramophone, 
and asks her to fix the happy day. This conversation is over- 
heard by Sing-Sing v Sam, an escaped convict, who communicates 
same to Roneo. The latter loses no time. He puts poison in 
Reuben's Jrillycan, greases the rails and unhooks the train, 
and says, "Ha hal" Departure of the unsuspecting Reuben. 
It is now midnight. The escaped convict who, before his 
fall, was an archdeacon, now has twinges of conscience, 
and reveals plot to Myrtle; she swoons. When she recovers 
it is broad daylight, and the freight train is three quarters of 
a mile away. Myrtle mounts a horse, which is standing 
conveniently by the round-house, and by leaping two waterfalls 
and a precipice, succeeds in overtaking the freight train. She 
mounts the train, runs along top of cars to engine, and finds 
her lover curled up in a state resembling that of advanced 
intoxication. He is not really drunk, but has a dreadful 
stomach-ache, (see above). Myrtle takes charge and drives 
train. The Bungville Limited is waiting at the top of the 
canon for the freight train to pass. It does so, but the escaped 
convict (who has had another lapse) releases the switch, 
and the missing cars crash into the Bungville Limited. Total 
destruction of latter and death agonies of Slick, who confesses 
all. The escaped convict finally turns over a new leaf, and 
Myrtle and Hiram, attended by Flat-faced Fred, are united 
in wedlock. 



Properties. — A night club in going order; millionaire's 
country seat; assorted flunkeys; motor car with practicable 
doors R and L; a safe; a blotting pad; half a dozen under- 
taker's assistants. 

Adolphus Talcum is the wealthy proprietor of the Trans- 
caspasian Emery Paper Works. His daughter Frizette nourishes 
a secret but chaste passion for Edward, a neighbouring window 
cleaner, and he returns her affection. Edward is really heir 
to the Emery Paper Works by a former marriage, but neither 
he nor his father is aware of the fact. Much against her 
will Frizette is betrothed to Odolski, a cavalry officer; he is 
not keen on the match either but is deeply in debt to his 
tobacconist, and is obliged to 'humour Adolphus. When not 
engaged in kissing Frizette's hands Odolski is carrying on an 
intrigue with Viyella, the window cleaner's unsophisticated 
sister. Interval of joy riding, more hand kissing, and clande- 
stine correspondence, carried on by means of flunkeys. Odolski 
lures Viyella to his rooms under pretence of showing her 
his collection of cigarette pictures (no two alike), and gives 
her a glass of sweet champagne, (sensation in reserved seats, 
and curtain). 


(Two years Later.) 
Viyella is now a mother, and Edward, in despair, attempts 
suicide by swallowing his last remaining piece of wash leather. 
He is saved, by Adolphus's wife, who has become a nurse. 
Hospital scene; calve's foot jelly, and more hand-kissing. In 
the meantime Hoppit, the trusted cashier of the Emery Paper 
Works, decamps with the entire contents of the stamp drawer. 
Adolphus is ruined ! Business with blotting pad and telephone. 
The window cleaner, in order to escape further nursing, leaps 
from a fourth floor window and falls on the cavalry officer. 
They are both taken to a hospital where they expire in great 
agony and with mutual expressions of regret. Adolphus's wife 
is burnt to death in a night club ; and Frizette's infant succumbs 
to meningitis, induced by excessive pondering over the mystery 
of his birth. Frizette is killed in a motor car accident, and 
Adolphus, who has obtained employment as night watchman 
in a brewery, falls into a vat of boiling liquid. All the 
characters being thus disposed of this affecting drama of 
family life comes to an end. 

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THRICE blessed, though far from verdant playing field 
How tonic is the influence you wield; 
For though your piercing breezes make us shiver 
They have a grateful action on the liver. 
" • iU Tis' here that, garbed in sweater or in shorts, 
We congregate in sundry games and sports, 
And feeling anything but gay or skittish 
We play our wonted games, in manner British. 
Upon this waste, where once grew lushy grass, 
Appears a motley throng of every class. 
For callow youth and patriarchal sage 
Are both alas ! of military age . . . 
The Golfer, clad in variegated breeches, 
To overcome the dreaded bogie itches; 
While Cricketers of heterogeneous types 
Essay with fierce, but ill-directed swipes, 
The century to top. Too often luck, 
That ribald jade, allots to them a duck! 
The Tennis player, brilliantly attired, 
By loungers at the railings is admired; 
He nimbly strives to win the hard-fought set, 
But finds, alas! a hindrance in the net. 
But what of that? the object here desired 
Is health, a boon which cannot be acquired 
Until the breathless patient has perspired . . . 
Not all are players on this pastoral stage, 
Lo, here, a Student turns the well-conned page, 
And threads his way through moods and tenses mystic 
That guard the avenue to fame linguistic. 
A Mummer, too, here labours at his part, 
The wretch is doomed to learn it off by heart! 
All these, and many more may yet be found 
Within the narrow confines of this ground, ■ 

Whereon, (a Poet locally renowned) 
Has said they all go round and round and round . . . 
Here sun and air to all are freigegeben, — 
Thank God for that, ye captives in Ruhleben! G. W. 


5095 Coy. Sergt. Major E. W. Morrell. 
Alexandrinen-Str. Berlin. 

22 July, 1916. 
Dear Mr. Hopf and all other British friends, 
Just a line of thanks for your very splendid case of food 
stuffs, comforts, &c; it arrived safely arid was issued yesterday 
by four of us (two civil and two military) and am very pleased 
to tell you the job was a pleasure, and went off without a 
hitch to, I think, the entire satisfaction and pleasure of all 
who received the great benefit. We were able to supply the 
wants of individuals, and attention was given to particular 

requirements of certain. men, riot too strong for ordinary things. 
There was a jolly nice parcel of extras in the shape of cigs. 
tobacco &c, for everyone. , All the boys think it extremely 
good of you to think of usi in such a substantial way, and J 
am sure join me in sending heartiest thanks for such a 
splendid present and those here who knew you, Tootle, 
Reynolds, Home, Williamson, Milne and others send many 
thanks to you. 

I remain, 

Yours faithfully, 


Hospitable.— Dissolve an acid drop in a bucket of water; strain and 
serve cold. This makes a refreshing and economical Cup. 

Worried. — To remove stain from knife handle, leave knife in alley- 
way for twenty-four hours. By that time all traces of stain will 
have disappeared. 

Cold feet.— Walk on your hands. 

Indignant (Barrack 3) writes that he has been omitted from the second 
team, having caught a severe cold. We should have thought 
that the ability to catch anything would qualify you for the 
first team. 

Music lover. — Not only is it difficult to learn the concertina, but, in 
Ruhleben, it is even dangerous. 

Cook-house patron complains of severe pains in back. These are 
probably due to revelled kidneys. 

Professor is annoyed by one of his pupils who is in the habit of 
correcting his (the Professor's) mistakes. The best thing Pro- 
fessor can do is to turn the offender out of the class before the 
mischief spreads to the others. 

Punter wants to know if we can tell him which is the luckiest number. 
We cannot advise our gambling friend, but number eleven is 
certainly the unluckiest. 

Curious. — To ascertain date of release. — Take any pessi- 
mistic date and add ten times the most optimistic estimate; 
divide result by two (neglecting fractions). Now multiply 
by log. 17 and square the result. This should give, approxi- 
mately the date required. 

Too old at forty. — Nonsense! why, you are not even old enough 
until you are forty-five. 

Urgent.— Wait for our next number. 

Dilemma and Desperate. — See reply to Urgent. 


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On the last week of April of this year Ruhleben celebrated 
the 300 th. recurrence of the day of Shakespeare's death. This 
festival, which was heralded by an artistic and promising 
programme-sheet and many fine posters, was one of Ruhleben's 
happiest and most successful efforts and will live as one of 
its most welcome memories. A joyous and clear note was 
struck which vibrated for days throughout the Camp, liberating 
a healthy, spontaneous laughter, strengthening our grip on 
our confidence in the land of which we are an outpost, and 
reminding us of that clear and singing spirit which, occasionally 
submerged, has lived throughout the ages as the vitalising 
essence of English thought and action, the peculiar mark of 
England's individuality among the nations of the world. 

This note was struck most definitely and consciously (at 
the outset of the festival in the performances of Twelfth Night, 
produced under the direction of Mr. Duncan Jones. Mr. Henry's 
scenic and costume designs projected atmospheres which were 
pure and transparent, being immediately felt without any 
troubling adjustment of the mind. The players' delivery was 
in almost every case excellent, and all the action very clearly 
brought out. Not a few of the players surpassed here any- 
thing they had hitherto done, the production as a whole 
opening one's eyes to the) latent capacities of an amateur crowd. 
The haunting incidental music and beautiful songs written for 
the occasion by Mr. Bainton added much to the fine emotional 
quality which marked this production. 

It is more difficult to arrive at a just appreciation of the 
performances of Othello which, with Twelfth Night, represented 
the dramatic section of the festival and brought the celebrations 
to a conclusion. Mr. Hopkirk's rendering of Othello was a 
powerful and carefully thought-out study, which realised both 
as- regards method and professional finish the expectations of 
those who had seen this accomplished actor in L'Enfant 
Prodigue. The production as a whole did not support his 
acting either in quality or point of view. Just as the rich 
costumes, too heavy, seemed laid on the lighter Ruhleben 
scenery which they pushed back into a dim, painted flimsiness, 
so Mr. Hopkirk's intenser dramatisation overwhelmed the action, 
reducing the cast to a crowd of puppet-like shadows. Mr. 
Merritt's Iago was too toned-down; Iago is the fundamental 
pivot about whom this play moves and has its being. This 
disharmony was perhaps unavoidable, and did not exhaust the 
production of its very large interest; hearty thanks are due to 
producer and players for having attacked so redoubtable a 
subject with so large a measure of success. 

After "Othello" the standard of plays produced experienced 


a sudden drop. Of the three very weak one-act plays "Mile. 
Plato" was interesting as illustrating the impossibility of 
transferring the atmosphere of the light French farce into the 
English language. "Flachsmann als Erzieher" gave us some 
clever business and finished character work, particularly that 
of Messrs. Volke, Turnbull and Short. The latter's version was 
of course quite wrong, though very funny, but this did not 
matter much, the satirical possibilities of the play having 
already been ruined by the author's romantic treatment of the 
hero and his melodramatisation of the schoolmaster. 

Some very bad stuff followed — "Driven", one of that 
quaint brood of problem plays, so called because in them a 
fictitious problem is factitiously solved, which were the first 
result of the realistic Archer-ShawTbsen wine in the old bottles 
of popular English drama. "Mary goes first" in which the 
characters without exception had minds like hens, only nastier, 
"Betsy", "The Brixton Burglary" etc. "Liberty Hall" was <at 
least honest romance, its men and women possible; Mr. Neill's 
Todman was a very amusing old fellow; but these innocent 
people with their sentimental philosophy are too far distant for 
the most warm-hearted and ingenuous of us to sympathise with 
their troubles today. 

An interesting parenthesis was the performance of the 
"Knight of the Burning Pestle" — written, it was generously 
stated in a certain loft, by two men in .the Camp. There is 
enough immortal humour both of word and situation in this 
Elizabethan revue to keep a music-hall loving English crowd 
rocking on its seats for a couple of hours. If everyone had 
shewn the same careless, high spirited fun as Mr. Wilson when 
he did the sergeant we should certainly have laughed too; but a 
certain pedantic restraint left the caricatures too weak, the action 
too genteel. The spectator was made too consious of the age 
of the piece, not convinced enough of tha n odernity of (he spirit. 

The season closed well. We are happy to have this 
opportunity of congratulating Mr. Welland and his cast on their 
successful prodJuction of "Milestones". They handled a tall 
proposition with great energy and skill. The scenic possibilities 
Ojf the play were realised to the full, the cast well chosen and 
very thoroughly trained, the movement controlled with a precision 
that gave the action a very clear outline. The players without ex- 
ception did extremely well, acting with unusual confidence and charm. 

The U. S. A. continues to include representative dramatic 
items in its Monday night lectures, and a number of short plays 
in German, Italian, Spanish and French have either been given 
lately or are in course of preparation by the various linguistic 
societies in the Camp. H. M. 

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C R I C K E T 

UP to the time of writing (end of July) the powers responsible 
for the weather conditions have not been lavish in their 
favours. The real hot sunshiny days necessary to make cricket 
really enjoyable have been conspicuous by their almost entire 
absence. Cold and damp weather, or when not that, sand storms, 
indescribably unpleasant have been more the rule than the exception. 
It would be well if those who are ever ready to criticise the form 
of the players would take these little matters into consideration. 

It is always an interesting theme to watch the improvement or 
deterioration of teams, and individual players — at home. In our 
present circumstances such comparisons are not only not interesting, 
but are apt to become unfair. There are so many reasons why 
we shouldn't criticise the cricket as cricket, but rather that we 
should take the game as a pleasant time-killer. I am not suggest- 
ing for one moment that any old sort of slip shod game wl" 
do and that all science ought to be eliminated in one mad desire 
to pass away the dreary hours. Certainly not. By all means 
make the very best of the conditions. But when this is done 
the cricket becomes, in my opinion, only an imitation of the 
real thing, i. e. a grass wicket, a good outfield, played by strong 
healthy men in their normal temperament. Because we are here, 
no one is entitled to blame these men whose form of last summer 
has apparently deteriorated, nor can one praise too highly those 
players who have overcome the manifold difficulties and retained 
their form, or, as in some instances, even improved. In no branch 
of camp cricket, is the loss of form so pronounced and so excusable 
as among the fast bowlers. The reasons are obvious. Among the 
medium-paced bowlers the form has improved, as witness the 
performances of Mason (Bar. 2), Stewart (Bar. 5), Nichol (Bar. 3), 
and others. The batting ,and fielding have on the whole shewn an 
.improvement. If there has been a lessening in the interest of 
spectators this is due entirely to the adverse climatic conditions. In 
a great degree also Camp cricket has suffered through the enforced 
absence Jfrom the t : . game of some of the best all round players 
among us. 

With only eleven teams in the first league, and five months to 
play in, the R. C. A. are enabled to place the ground at the 
disposal of the Camp for "Ragtime Matches" (non-league games) 
very often. These contests provide immense enjoyment and amuse- 
ment for many men who are unable to secure their places in 
che Barrack league teams. 

The following are some of the most interesting incidents and 
scores which have occurred in the present cricket season. Barrack 5 
were expected to do> well and many thought they would rival the 
powerful 10 team. In consequence particular interest was centred 
in the meeting of these two sides. However, Masterman's XI soon 
disposed of their opponents' herpes by dismissing them for the 
meagre total of 60, and then scoring 154. For sheer excitement 
the match between 9 and 4 eclipsed everything. Each side scored 


120 in their first innings. In the second knock 4 got 130 and left 
9 an hour and a quarter to bat. In the very last over 15 nuns 
were still required . for victory. Sam Wolstenholme rose to the 
occasion and scored 24 off the last six balls. Barrack 7 hold 
the honour of being the only team to check 10. In their match 10 
got 230 and 7 batted out time with their >score at 152 for 5. 
Fachiri and Dixon were mainly responsible for this fine per- 
formance. If 9 were all also the heroes of ,rhe most exciting 
game they were also the victims of another affair. That was 
when 5 dismissed them for a total of 18. Stewart took 5 for 9 
a<nd Bardsley 5 for 7. Again 9 were partners in a fine finish, 
this time with 10. There had been no play in the morning and 
so things had to be done quickly. Bar. .10 <batted first and 
declared, with 198 for 5. Bar. 9's last wicket fell from the third 
ball of the last over of the day with a total of 146. 

In the 2nd. League, Boyd (2) made the great score of 160 
not out against 3. Bar. 7 beat the strong Bar. 10 team very 
easily. After a late start 7 got 140 for -4 and had less than 
an hour and a half to get out. No one expected them to do 
this, but they did, and easily too, for 10 only got 63. 

No match has created the same amount of interest in Ruh- 
leben as that between Masterman's XI v. "The Next" XVI. Spice 
was added to this contest of the best 27 cricketers in the Camp, 
by the arranging of a "Sweepstake", by Mc. Pherson of 9, in 
which practically every man in the Lager took a sporting chance 
in this original idea. Each ticket held a combination of three 
players ana the ticket bearing the names of the three highest 
scorers was the winner of the prize. This fell to the fortunate 
holder of the Masterman 91, Steadman 60, (not out) and Mounsey 
26. In this match Dutton, for "The Rest" bowled brilliantly and 
took 4 for 25. 

A cricket season anywhere would be incomplete without a 
Lancashire v. Yorkshire match. The battle of the Roses took 
place here on July 23rd. The White Rose won by 178 to 125. 
For the winning side Harrison 47 and Anderson 48 batted well. 
Bloomer took 5 wickets for 39. Hartley was the highest scorer 
for Lancashire with 26, and Wolstenholme took five wickets for 20. 
The batting averages of the top ten men up to the end of 
July are :— C 


BA 7 TING (minimum 5 Inns.) 




Times not 

1. Ponsonby A.G. 



2. Coller WL 




3. Roupell C.F. 




4. Steadman R.B 




5. Harrison R. 




6. Hartmann H. 




7. Crosland G.L. 



8. Johnson F.V. 




9. Dixon A.N. 




10. Moresby-White J- 




50 25 
42 85 

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(T) Twine soaked In /beer wnich drips from reservoir 
containing same (R) . The insect ascends twine 
consc/min g f aslt docs so, /arc} e cruant/tc/ of intoxioant 
having reached horizontal section of twine, fheP/i/, 
(now hopc/c ss/u inehr/a ted) proceeds unsteadily on 
its i&tal oareer . On reaching switch (o~ t ) it causes 
eiectric current to illuminate lOOOOcp.iamp. Dizzied 
bzfthe hl/nd/ng flash the insects ei/es water pro fusclu and 
thefiu staggers forward. The ladder (L) appearing to 
afford a we/come means of escape, the u/ctim descends 
same, but h/s path is plunged /n shadow by screen (5s) 

accurately adjusted tor thot purpose. On reach I nQ the 
last step the horrified insect d/seovers- too iate-that it is not 
there & is thrown headlono into bucket of arsenic (B), thus 
bringing action of device to successful termination. 



Mon cher confrere, 

Je viens vous prier de bien vouloir m'accorder quelques 
lignes dans vos colonnes et de me servir d'intermediaire aupres 
des collaborateurs, abonnes et lecteurs de la «Vie Francaise». 

Dans mon No. 3 j'avais annonce que j'accepterais de 
nouveaux abonnements, au prix deja en augmentation sur le 
premier trimestre, de M. 1,35 ; ceci base sur de recents prix 
d 'impression. Entretemps ces prix ont ete considerablement 
augmentes et prevoyant que ceci puisse se reproduire sous 
peu par suite de la rarete des matieres premieres, je 
prefere suspendre momentanement la publication de mon No. 4. 
En effet rabonnement trimestriel couterait aujourd'hui M. 2, — 
et c'est un trop lourd sacrifice a demander a mes co- 

Je remercie les differents collaborateurs qui m'ont deja 
envoye de la copie, ainsi que les souscripteurs venus pour 
se re-abonner, et surtout je voudrais remercier ici publique- 
ment Monsieur P. Elies, mon devoue collaborateur qui m'a 
si bien aide «dans la coulisse». Personnellement je regrette 
vivement que ce cas de «force majeure» m'empeche de continuer 
la publication de la Vie Francaise et en vous remerciant de 
votre hospitalite je vous prie d'agreer, mon cher confrere, 
l'expression de mes sentiments les plus distingues. 

RUHLEBEN, le 28 Juillet, 1916. H. ALFRED BELL. 


















THE Lawn Tennis season is more than half over, and no one 
has complained of having become stale from too much play, 
not even those who have frequented the courts the most, for the 
weather has been far from what could have been desired from a 
tennis player's point of view; besides which the courts have had 
to be closed on many occasions on account of being too wet for 
play, or for repairs after helavy storms. But in spite of the 
very bad weather we have experienced so far, the courts have 
on the whole worn better than last season, and quite as well 
as could be expected. 

It is an unsolved mystery how, in spite of the Committee's 
strict control on the booking of courts, some members seem to 
be able to play almost every day, and frequently have been known 
to play for three or four hours a day. W|e do not wish to imply 
that we grudge them as much play as they can get; on the 
contrary, every member of the Association has equal rights, and 





VERY New Arrival-.— "One Gefangenen Lager please 

&?/c 6$usj^/c&8 jGzjQeec. 

if, as it wojuld seem, there are several philanthropic members who 
have paid their subscriptions, but very seldom make use of their 
privileges, and are willing to allow friends to use their names, so 
much the better for those friends. 

Among the new members no exceptional talent has made itself 
manifest, although J. L. Spong and J. Cameron are much above 
any of the others and both play a 'good i useful game. George 
Lojgie, when he chooses to exert himself, is still points better 
than any other player here; we do not consider however that he 
has so far played up to his last season's form. This is doubtless 
accounted for by the fact that* he cannot get sufficient practice 
with players of his own class, firstly on account of his studies, and 
secondly because there are only three players in the camp who 
are able to extend him to any extent. O'Hara Murray, J. C. 
Masterman and J. B. Gilbert are the three players, and it is 
doubtful which of them when on the top of his form is the 
best. Of the younger and rising players E. C. Macintosh and Ch. 
Roupell have considerably improved this season; there is little or 
nothing to choose between them now, but we prefer if anything 
Macintosh's style. Roupell is very apt to play slack games, his 
service is also very weak, and his frequent double faulting is 
inexcusable. H. H. Swift is another of the younger men, who 
should become a first class player; he has splendid physique, hits 
very hard, and serves well, (when not foot faults), but must play 
steadier and more with his head. It is extraordinary how many 
of the players invariably serve foot faults ; many do it knowingly,, 
yet make no effort in their practice games to correct themselves 
of such a fault, which in tournament play will be sure to bring 
them into trouble. G. Logie is not free from this mistake, he 
frequently swings his foot over the service line, but by far the 
worst offenders are O'Hara Murray and H. H. Swift, both of 
Whom jump inches off the ground at the moment of hitting 
the ball. 

The Committee intend to hold two tournaments this year, 
(presuming that the balls arrive from England in good time), the 
first, commencing about 10th. August, to consist of Open Singles 
and Open Doubles, (Championships) with Consolation Singles, and; 
Doubles (Open) for all players who have been knocked out in 
the first rounds of the Championship events. This should make 
it a very popular tournament and a large entry is anticipated. 

The Singles Championship is certain, bar accidents, to be 
won as last year, without the loss of a set, by George Logie, and 
the other finalist will be one of the above mentioned three players 
O'Hara Murray, Masterman or Gilbert. In the Doubles these four 
players will doubtless pair off together, and we venture to predict 
that whichever pair Logie is in will win the Doubles Championship, 
although it should make an excellent game. Other good pairs, we 
understand, will be R. Harrison and McDornan, Kindersley and 
Todd, Maxwell and Spong, Ripley and Macintosh, Swift and Maas. 

The second tournament is intended to be held in the first 
week in September for Handicap Events, Singles and Doubles, and 
will be played in two or, if necessary, in three classes. It is 
hoped that every member will enter, and make an interesting 
ending to the second, and, we hope, last season at Ruhleben. 




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